Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

March brought with it a hint of spring as the temperatures climbed. The sunlight

was perfect-warm and comforting as it bathed everything in its glow.

After returning from Pittsbrew, Nadine dedicated herself to organizing the lecture

notes, checking everything over and over to ensure there were no mistakes

before passing it on to her team leader, Seraphina Hawthorn.

Seraphina reviewed her work and was visibly pleased. In fact, she went out of her

way to praise Nadine in front of the entire team. Nadine maintained a professional

smile throughout, though her cheeks ached from the effort.

The sole reason she joined this research group was because of Adam's illness.

Years ago, when she was still a student, she had chosen cardiology as her

elective.

Nadine chose it because Sophie had heart problems and she wanted to learn

things that could be useful if Sophie ever had an episode. Later, she applied thatnoveldrama

knowledge to help Brad.

Now, with Adam's health deteriorating by the day, she knew she had to keep

pushing herself and not slack off for a second. She clung to the hope of helping

Adam overcome his ordeal.

The leader of the research group, Seraphina, was seven years older than Nadine

and a trailblazer in the field. Renowned domestically and internationally, she was

an expert in heart diseases.

Impressed with Nadine's efforts, she asked her to stay behind after the meeting

and handed her a set of handwritten notes. "I've gone through your résumé,

Nadine. Your theoretical foundation is solid, but you lack hands-on experience.

These are notes I've accumulated over years of practice. I'll lend them to you."

Nadine was overjoyed, her eyes shining with excitement as she thanked

Seraphina. "Thank you, Seraphina! I-I don't even know how to thank you enough

—"

Seraphina patted her shoulder, cutting her off. "You don't need to thank me. If you

want to thank someone, thank Mr. Hamilton Senior. He was the one who funded

my studies when I went abroad. Also, I've heard about Brad's heart condition. You

might find something useful for his case in those notes."

Nadine was about to tell her that she had nothing to do with him but Seraphina

stopped her. "No need to explain. In my eyes, all patients are equal and deserve

help, no matter who they are.

"I've looked into your background and know about your relationship with Brad, but

to me, he's just a patient who needs help. I hope you'll be more patient with him.

"I didn't give you my notes just for you to read—they're for you to study. If you can

find a way to help Mr. Hamilton Senior from them, it would be a great

accomplishment, right?"

With that, she left, leaving Nadine standing there, lost in thought. For the past few

days, she'd known Brad was in the hospital, but she hadn't gone to see him.

To her, Brad was a stranger—someone she had no reason to care about. But

Seraphina's words had completely shaken her.

Brad was a stranger indeed, but he

was also the stranger who had once

taken a knife for her. He was the

man who stormed into the police

station to pull her out of the

darkness when Lucas had her

thrown in there. Was it really right to

treat someone who had saved her

this way?

Seraphina's words made her feel ashamed. Brad might be a stranger, but he was

also a patient.

Nadine took a deep breath and carefully tucked Seraphina's notes into her bag

before heading toward Brad's hospital room. She kept telling herself inwardly to

just treat him like any other patient.

...

Spring had arrived late in Janctera

City that year. Even though it was

already March, the peach and

apricot blossoms had yet to bloom.

Only the plum trees were in full

bloom, their vibrant red flowers

resembling crimson clouds. Several

middle-aged women clung to the

trees, striking various poses for

photos.

Standing before the window in his

hospital room, Brad gazed into the

distance, though his eyes were

heavy with sadness. He had always

been bothered by how Nadine saw

him as nothing more than a

substitute for Jack.

Now that Sean's true identity had been revealed, his resentment toward Jack

Clarke only grew stronger. Yet, there was nothing he could do about someone

who had already passed away.